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[deanesque]

No real sleep will come to me. Just aching and tossing and hitting my head against a pillow. I'm sitting outside under a dull orange sky, smoke billowing from a nearby factory, colored like rust with the sun trying to burn behind it. Sleep is just a tease for me anyway.
Thinking about LJ and cartoons and movies and Meredith and slowly slipping. Thinking isn't even the word anymore. I have a fucking humming bird for a brain these days.
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